Me: Ya Dad?
Dad: Hey, blah blah blah ( something regarding my course)
Me: Uh huh...so what's up?
Dad: You want to go to Tasmania to study after your foundation?
It happened a while ago. I just came out from the toilet after a heinous session emptying the load, then my dad called. I was totally unprepared for what he was about to say. He asked stuff regarding my course and then he asked me whether I wanted to further my studies in Tasmania.
Yes, Tasmania, Australia - The University of Tasmania.
I was seriously dumbfounded. I was like - "HAR!? HOW!? "I thought we are poor or sth!"
Then he explained that one of his clients (he's an insurance agent btw) for no reason, wanted to hire someone to work for him and willing to pay for all the educational expenses. And I only had to work for him on Saturdays and Sundays.
But still, there were something fishy about the offer. For now, I am skeptical about it. Maybe the guy wants to sell me off as a slave? Maybe he's a pervert who wants to find a way to kidnap me? 'Cause you gotta admit, the offer seems too good to be true. Need to consult with Dad again.